Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 244 - 145 Good Deeds_2

"People are always boasting about their own status, and then there’s you guys, randomly picking any Tom, Dick, or Harry as the cover. Hilarious! We’re boycotting our Xuanxuan ever gracing this magazine again—it’s too embarrassing."

"If Shu Wan can make it onto the cover, then any eighteenth-tier actress can. What’s even the point of distinguishing between A-list and B-list in the entertainment circle?"

The magazine staff hadn’t anticipated the opposition would grow so strong, although the issue with Shu Wan on the cover had sold well. However, being part of the entertainment circle, they couldn’t afford to offend all the female stars just because of Shu Wan.

So, just two hours after the issue went live, the magazine was pulled from circulation and a statement was issued declaring it void and that they would reshoot.

For a time, Shu Wan became the subject of public mockery.

Little did she know any of this, being far away in Ryan Town.

After coming to the modern era, Shu Wan had not done such physically demanding work before, and now she was quite tired.

She usually only napped for an hour, but this time she hadn’t woken up even after two hours.

Fu Yang didn’t have a habit of napping, and was idly carving something out of wood.

The photographer tried to strike up a conversation, "Young Master Lin, what are you carving?"

Only to receive a dismissive glance, "None of your business."

There you go, without Shu Wan’s tact, they really shouldn’t have bothered this Young Master.

Originally, the production team had scheduled a competition for the afternoon, but with tensions so high in the morning—both in the spinning room and fields—they feared continuing could prompt fights in front of the cameras.

So, in the end, the production team decided, "This afternoon everyone will have free time. You can go do some good deeds to help out the villagers. Tonight, there will be a village concert that everyone can attend."

Since the production team mentioned doing good deeds, all guest groups began to make their move.

On Chu Huahuan’s side, she took Wang Tianyu to perform for the elderly lonely living in the village.

Since Chu Huahuan had slapped him in the morning, Wang Tianyu was still mad.

Chu Huahuan tried to pull him along but was shoved away, "I don’t want to go with you. You’re such a meanie."

"You too. He’s just a kid, what does he know? You should watch out for him, not hit him."

Wang Shu, unaware of the events in the spinning room, guessed from Wang Tianyu’s complaints that Chu Huahuan must have neglected him and resorted to hitting.

"You," Chu Huahuan wanted to explain, but explaining would only expose the fact that she had instigated Wang Tianyu. She had to swallow her words back.

"Dad, where are we going now?"

Wang Tianyu looked up curiously at Wang Shu.

"Didn’t you learn a lot of songs and dances at kindergarten? How about performing them for the grandpas and grandmas?"

"Sure."

At home, his grandparents always liked having Wang Tianyu perform for guests, who would all praise him, so he enjoyed performing.

However, when he got to the doorstep of a poor family, he refused to enter, "I don’t want to go in, Daddy, it smells, it’s dirty, there are monsters inside!!!"

Wang Shu glanced at the camera and reproachfully looked at Wang Tianyu, "Don’t make things up. The people living in here are older grandpas and grandmas. Be a good boy, go in and sing two songs, and I’ll make you fried chicken for dinner."

"Really?" Hearing about fried chicken, Wang Tianyu immediately stopped crying, "Then I also want fries."

"Okay, I’ll make those too."

With the promise of fried chicken and fries, Wang Tianyu finally agreed to join Chu Huahuan and Wang Shu in performing.

The elderly in the remote town, who worked hard all their lives, obviously appeared very different from Wang Tianyu’s pampered grandparents.

Their faces carved with deep lines, marked by the years, eyes cloudy, teeth all fallen out, even their smiles seemed somewhat frightening.

Wang Tianyu sang a couple lines: "Little swallows, in your flowered dresses, each and every spring,"

Before he even finished, he was so scared he darted into Chu Huahuan’s arms, "Mommy I’m scared, I want to go home."

"Don’t be scared." Chu Huahuan didn’t like it here either, but she couldn’t throw a tantrum like Wang Tianyu, so she could only smile and comfort him, "Shall mommy and daddy sing with you?"

"I don’t want to, I don’t want to."

Wang Tianyu broke down crying, no matter how they tried to soothe him.

Chu Huahuan looked pleadingly at Wang Shu, who impatiently pulled Wang Tianyu aside, "All right, stop crying. Be good, and mom and dad will sing with you."